Look: nations screw up like people do; sometimes they mean well, sometimes they’re selfish or delusional bitches on a spree, and sometimes they just … - Charles E. Gannon

I could offer considerable inducements. I can arrange for a new mate who is, in all meaningful measures, superior to the one you are currently pursuing. You look unimpressed. Ah, multiple mates, then? Within reason, I am quite certain I can procure—"
Riordan was careful to keep his interruption calm. "I am not interested in other mates."
"Ah. Well. I am also able to provide you with material riches. I believe your species persists in its obsession with gold? To use your idiom, I would pay you handsomely for any successful breeding activity. Even if you do not wish to stay afterward."
Riordan forced his molars to unclench.
Uinzleej moved on to his next offer. "What else—ah! Many of your species enjoy hunting. This world is full of creatures you may kill for your gratification.

So, sighed Rulaine, we're pretty much screwed.
Yaargraukh's black eyes stared. "I do not understand your expression—'screwed?' This is a carpentry metaphor?"
Bannor almost smiled. "Not exactly.

Bigotry was not only invulnerable to the appeals of logic and deduction; it was often blind to counterproofs such as those Yaargraukh had just witnessed.